Grey, White and Black
This pen is a sword
the paper it's victim
though not through words
do you find that its poison
but rather through lines:
bent and shaped as they are
they capture your mind
and entrall in your heart
to show you things
both seen and unseen
that lives in a world
only imagintion can bring
to breathe upun paper
so that it can breathe back
cause life must be more
than grey,white and black.
This poem is about:
Me
My country
Our world